Chapter 2- Day One

Since it was rather early, the walk from the Head's Dorms to the Headmaster's Office proved to be rather uneventful, which was lucky for both Draco and Hermione.

Draco, who was having a hard time keeping up with Hermione's longer and more powerful strides was pouty and huffy the whole trip. Dumbledore'd better have a cure for this damn situation, I can't stand all these girly thoughts popping into my head! And I better get some sexy lace bras from Hogsmeade, all Granger has is cotton… Arghh! There I go again!

Hermione walked faster when she heard Draco let out another sniff behind her. She had given up trying to be patient with Draco a long time ago. Draco was being a real pain in the ass; he even tried blaming Hermione for the mess that they had landed in. That Draco, how dare he blame me? I just can't understand women… hang on, what am I thinking? I am a woman… I just turned into a man. This is so confusing. I hope Dumbledore can fix this.

Hermione abruptly stopped ranting in her head. They had reached the entrance of Dumbledore's office. Since the Heads were updated on the passwords for everything that needed passwords, they were soon standing in front of a heavy oak door fastened with a brass knocker. Draco knocked.

"Enter."

They entered the large, circular room with all of their fingers crossed behind their backs. Draco even considered crossing his eyes but decided it was rather unladylike.

Dumbledore looked up to see two unfamiliar but at the same time familiar students looking at him hopefully.

"Please sit down. How may I help you, Mr. and Ms-"

"Granger and Malfoy sir," piped up Hermione, speaking for her and Draco. She continued to tell the whole unfortunate tale and when she had finished, Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye. Could it be amusement?

"I really wish I could help, Mr. Granger and Ms. Malfoy," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling "but as you know, this spell has never been done on humans and knowing that it hasn't, there is no known cure. The best we can do is to wait and see if the spell wears off. As to your er, different way of thinking, I can guess that as your bodies were altered, so were your brains and your way of thinking."

Draco and Hermione exited the Office, their little bubble of hope burst and their faces long. They looked rather comical.

Since they had spent a fair amount of time in Dumbledore's office discussing the situation at hand, almost everybody in the castle was up and about, heading down for breakfast.

As Draco and Hermione passed, everybody stopped to point, stare, whisper and gossip about the "new" students.

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When Draco entered the Great Hall, he was greeted by catcalls and wolf whistles. Lapping up all the attention, he went to the Slytherin Table to sit in his usual spot between Crabbe and Zabini.

When he settled himself comfortably in his spot, he turned to talk to Blaise but found that Blaise was staring at him with his mouth hanging open, quite incapable of speech. Moron. But a very cute moron…Ahhh! Enough with the girly thoughts already!

Blaise cleared his throat. "Erm, who exactly are you?" he asked in a raspy voice.

Draco smacked himself on the forehead. For a moment, he had forgotten that he was now wearing a bra and panties. Just as he was opening his mouth to explain to Blaise what had happened, Dumbledore rose from his seat, tapping his fork with his glass, clearly, he was about to say something.

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Hermione entered after Draco went swaggering inside, hoping that she was not going to attract as much attention as Draco did. No such luck.

Fortunately though, unlike perverted boys, girls do not tend to catcall and whistle when a hunk crosses their path. Instead, they gossip and giggle. In a way, it is also rather unfortunate.

Whilst Hermione was walking towards her reserved seat between Ron and Harry, she passed between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's House Tables. Girls from both houses (mostly Hufflepuff) whispered stuff like "Hey, gorgeous" or "I've got no plans for tonight" as she passed. One ditzy yet feisty Hufflepuff blond even slapped her butt. The guys, on the other hand, glared at Hermione for stealing the attention of their girlfriends.

So, when she reached her spot between Ron and Harry, she breathed a sigh of relief. At last, some sane people.

However, when she did sit down between them, Ron said menacingly "That seat's taken." Hermione groaned inwardly, exasperated with herself. While she was in the company of her two best friends, she had forgotten that she was a guy.

"Relax, Ron, I'm Hermione."

"No you're not," retorted Ron, growing steadily redder. "Hermione's a girl."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Thanks a lot, Captain Obvious. She was still slightly knackered by the incident back in fourth year when Ron had forgotten that she was a girl. "Ask me something that only Hermione would know then."

"Fine. What color was I trying to change Scabbers into on the Hogwart's Express then?"

"Yellow." Hermione thought this answer would satisfy Ron and calm him down. She was dreadfully mistaken.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE REAL HERMONE!" Ron yelled, making everyone in the Great Hall look at him.

Just then, Dumbledore stood up tinkling his glass.

"As all of you may have noticed," Dumbledore began, sweeping his eyes over the Great Hall, stopping for a fraction of a second on Ron "both of our Head Students are missing this morning." The aforementioned students let out sighs of relief. At least Dumbledore was saving them the trouble of explaining to the entire school what had happened.

When Dumbledore finished speaking, every head was turned either to Hermione or to Draco.

Ron grinned apologetically at Hermione.

"Don't worry about it," Hermione said in response, sitting down.

Blaise, on the other hand, was having trouble contemplating what Dumbledore had just said. "Y-You're Draco? B-But you're so uhm," he stuttered

"Hot?" said Draco arrogantly "I know. I suppose since I was hot when I still had eggs makes me hot now that I don't." Apparently, being big-headed was another thing that hadn't changed.

When Blaise had finally overcome his stuttering phase and had returned to being suave and charming, he started flirting with Draco.

My best friend is flirting with me. What do I do? Should I flirt back? How do I flirt with a guy? Should I flirt with a guy? I am a girl after all. A guy never gets to be a girl anytime in his life. I should make the most of it.

Draco decided that he would flirt back with Blaise. Although in his mind, he was doing it to "make the most of it," the real reason was because being the girl that he was; he really just wanted to flirt back.

He looked at Blaise. From a girl's point of view, Blaise was cute. Then, he had never understood why girls flirted with Blaise. Now he could see why.

Blaise was a natural lady charmer but he was also known as a heart breaker. Draco was just flirting with Blaise for the fun of it. He didn't want to change back into a guy and find out that he had kissed his best friend or anything. That was just gross.

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In class, Hermione was having trouble paying as much attention as she usually did. In the end, she gave up pretending that she wanted to take notes instead of passing notes with Ron and Harry.

Once it had finally sunk in both of their heads that Hermione was a guy, Ron and Harry found out that it wasn't such a bad thing. In their opinion, the male Hermione had both good and bad points.

The good point was that she loosened up around them more and wasn't as prissy.

The bad point was, even though Ron and Harry would never admit it, that it seemed that in one morning, she had stolen if not the hearts, then the eyes of their fan clubs and almost every female in Hogwarts.

Hermione had decided that since she was going to be a guy for a while, she might as well be a real guy.

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Draco was discovering the benefits of being a girl through the day. So, instead of listening to Binns like he ought to have been doing during History of Magic, he opted instead to list down the benefits of being a girl.

people can't kick me in the balls, although being pinched on the nipples hurts just as much.

Parkinson cannot flirt with me, although now Blaise is.

I don't have to pee standing up.

I have longer hair.

In his opinion, being a girl wasn't so bad (even though he was yet to get used to his bra).

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That night, after cleaning out Draco's room (she was still a neat freak) which was now hers since it was a boy's dorm, she decided that she needed to take a shower.

When she entered Draco's bathroom, she gasped. It was obvious to anyone who came into his bathroom that he was a very vain person. It was also obvious that he had magically enlarged the already huge bathroom to twice its size.

Hermione walked over to a cabinet marked "Toiletries". She pulled open the doors of the said cabinet.

I never knew that he was ten times the self absorbed prat that I thought he was.

Inside the cabinet were rows upon rows of men's shampoo, conditioner, lotion, soap, shaving cream, bath salts, shower gel, deodorant, face cream, even a small, unused tube of zit cream. No wonder he makes such a girly girl. He has enough to make a beauty parlor for men!